Hit Me
It hasn’t hit me yet; the fact that you gave up.
I know one night I’m just going to miss you.
It’s going to hit me like a ton of bricks.
I’ll be laying there, missing you and wondering what you’re doing.
I’ll feel the tears coming and I’ll try to hold them back.
I’ll whisper, “No. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
But I’ll end up crying, and I won’t be able to stop.
That extremely heavy weight will invade my space.
I’ll scream into a pillow because I don’t want to wake anyone up.
I’ll cry until I’m exhausted.
I’ll think about how much I want you there, but I’ll remember how much I messed everything up.
Finally, I’ll just lay there and fall asleep.
I’m pretty sure I’ll dream about you…
